abejaruco. So that is what a quince growing looks like. Interesting. I think when I was a kid our neighbour had some kind of quince, but I don't think it was that large, and I remember it being green (was probably unripe). My brother took a bite of one on a dare and I have never ever in my life forgotten that look on his face. My brother is a dare devil, he will do anything, just offer a dare to him and he is right on that band wagon.

He is also the one that threw eggs at a car while we were sitting on a hill above the road -- the car stopped and he and I ran off down into the bushes. He stepped in a hole and broke his ankle. It took him three days before he told our Mother. Man was he in trouble!!!!! Poor guy, spent the summer in a caste on his leg with pins in his ankle to hold it in place. :( Have a wonderful day, beautiful life we live. Cindi

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Cindi, I've never bitten into a quince before so I don't know what that's like, but I have bitten into an unripe persimmon that was still very green. I will never forget that experience, it took all the moisture out of my mouth for what seems like 10 minutes or more. It was really pitiful having a mouth that dry, yuck! I must have drank a gallon of water and it didn't help, only time helps.

JP, ah, ah ha, ha, now that was so funny!!!! I can just picture the look on your face and that dry mouth, ain't dry mouth a bummer!!! Have a great and best of day. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service